Paul Gable - Mother_s into Sado-Mazo

"That's it, right to the stairs."

She stopped. No, she wasn't going to set herself up for that one. All sorts of strange images flashed through her mind now, none of them particularly pleasant, as Jack kicked her hard in the ass. She grunted, pitching forward, banging her head against the wall. Still, Rhonda refused to budge.

"Stubborn as a mule, eh? Thought you'd be that type at the meeting," Jack said with some pleasure, moving around and grabbing her by the hair.

Rhonda shouted around the gag as she felt him grab a fistful of her hair and pull forward. She screamed again, pitching forward, waddling with her leg bands as he tore strands from her scalp. Salty tears sprang from her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks as she moved forward reluctantly. He pulled her like a horse around the corner, stopping as she poised herself at the top of the stairs.

"Now, we go down."

She stared wide-eyed at the steps, pushing back with all her might. She felt him pushing her down, his hands shoving hard against her ass. Tensing, her muscles like iron, Rhonda moved one leg down, her body pitching dangerously to the right. She felt her shoulder strike the banister hard, her body leaning heavily against the wall as she dragged her other foot down. One step! She had made only one step down, and she was already exhausted.

Rhonda was about to try for the second step when she felt Jack's hands on her hips once again.

"Too slow, man. We'll be here all fuckin' night. Here, I'll help." He pushed her forward, grabbing her at times as she pitched downward, losing her balance and half-rolling, half-falling down the stairs. He made certain her neck and head didn't strike any of the steps, keeping her upright, her body spinning and toppling as she thudded down the stairs.

Rhonda collapsed onto the marble floor, her body black and blue from the fall. He was crazy. They were all crazy. He was going to kill her here, and her daughter would find her when she returned from the country! Afraid to move one inch, Rhonda tried to regain her breath, feeling every inch of her body aching.

He left her there for a while, rushing back upstairs for his bag of devilish toys. When he returned, Rhonda had managed to crawl toward the door with snake-like movements, her head resting on the step. She was beating the molding with her forehead and screaming as loudly as she could, her knees bent up to her tits as she stared wild-eyed at him. Jack dropped the bag, rushing over to her and pulling her back by the ankles. Dragging the woman into her kitchen, he held her with one hand, opening the oven and turning it on.

Immediately she felt a blast of dry heat rush over her naked body.

"You want that, baby? You want me stuffin' you in there until you're good and baked?"

Rhonda fought back, struggling against his hard grip as she felt the burning increase more and more around her face and tits. He had her halfway inside the oven now. She could see the blue flames below her while the smell of gas nearly made her faint. The door was starting to burn her tits as she squirmed her ass against his crotch. Yes, he was hard, his prick throbbing against the front of his Levi's while he tried shoving her into the oven.

"Maybe now you'll be a little more cooperative, huh?"

Jack pulled her back, hooking one finger under the collar and leading her back into the living room. Rhonda wanted to lie down. He kept her standing and bent over, leading her to the couch, then backing away for a moment. She heard a snapping sound and was about to turn around when a terrible flash of pain exploded over her ass. There was the sound of leather smacking flesh. He was whipping her, reddening her asscheeks with some terrible weapon.

Rhonda bit into the rubber ball, letting out a muffled shriek as she pitched forward. The leg bands again made it nearly impossible for her to keep her balance. She felt herself sagging the floor and only another blow, this time to her inner thigh kept the woman from completely collapsing.

"Uhhhhh!"

When Rhonda turned around and peered over one shoulder, she saw he was holding a short riding crop in his right hand, the leather strips dangling threateningly from the rounded tip. Rhonda jerked her head, trying to fill her lungs with air, as Jack cocked his arm back and brought the weapon down hard a second time. "Yaghhhh!"

The crop came down again and again, hitting the inner rounded curves of her asscheeks, then finally working its way into her split. She could feel the thongs yanking her shitter out of shape, the tips biting into her asshole, setting off wild fires of delight and pain.

And then Jack concentrated on her pussy, purposely aiming the leather on either side of her puffy pussy labes. She winced, screaming and pitching forward. Her body fell hard onto the sofa, twisting around and making it difficult for him to beat her ass. Swearing, he grabbed her hair and twisted, tearing more strands from her scalp and pushing her forward until she was squatting once more, bent over, her reddened, whip-striped ass high in the air.

"Uh! Ahhh! Mmmmffff!"

Rhonda was gagging on her own spit, chewing down on the ball again and again while her thighs trembled from pain and horror. Jack noticed this and brought the crop down hard against her rippling thigh muscles. All her nerve endings were aroused and tingling as he brought the crop down next against her spine, cracking the leather again and again while fingering her cunt. She grunted, his knuckles pressing against her clit while his fingers raped her fuck-hole.

Jack stopped for a second, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand, then gripping the base of the crop more tightly. He brought the leather thongs down across her ass, making the flesh blaze red until Rhonda thought she would faint from the pain. The hissing, whistling, clacking sound of the five black leather thongs combined with her muffled screams. The tempo of the beating seemed to increase in both speed and intensity.

Rhonda could only howl like a mad woman, her ass jerking up and down, her flesh growing red and purple with welts while cunt juice bubbled from her pussy and ran down her inner thighs. She wriggled her ass, her buns so very hot from the thrashing.

Just when she thought she would faint from the agony, Jack stopped, moving up to her and cinching the crop around her throat. He pulled back, the leather thongs tightening around the collar and pressing into her windpipe.

"Nnnnfnnffff!"

Rhonda's eyes bulged, her nostrils flaring while her lungs nearly burst from lack of oxygen. Struggling, feeling her legs move back and forth in those horrid leg irons, Rhonda sucked in spit instead of oxygen. She was dying, the world seeming to spin.

Jack released her, letting her crumple to the floor, coughing and gagging around the rubber ball. There was movement behind her. Jack was picking her up again, pushing her up against the sofa while still keeping her ass high in the air. All her senses were confused. She felt him pawing her ass again, spreading the asscheeks while he stuck fingers simultaneously in her asshole and cunt. He sawed them back and forth, fucking her, making her grunt like a stuck pig before yanking them out. She jerked and shivered against the sofa, hoping she would die.

It was then she heard the rasping sound of his zipper going down, then his jeans went down around his ankles.

"Man, good hot ass!"

He had his fingers wrapped around her jutting hipbones, her ass pressed against his hairy groin as he rubbed his prick back and forth over her sweaty asscrack. He was pinching her black and blue, kneading her flesh, then gathering it up into tiny balls and squeezing them between his fingers. When she squealed with pain, he pulled back, pressing his bloated prickhead up against her cunt.

It was a fire Rhonda had never expected to feel! All the pain, all the horror, all the degradation seemed to combine now in a wonderful hot sensation, driving her up the wall as Jack moved in and fucked his eight thick inches of cockmeat into her cunt. She was panting hard, feeling her pussy walls expanding itchily for the fat cockrod. It had been so very, very long since a man had fucked her. And she certainly had never had a man fuck her this way. The ropes slicing into her wrists, the irons chafing her ankles, the collar, the beating everything was adding to her arousal.